Eric Paul Shaffer
Eric Paul Shaffer is author of five books and one chapbook of poems. LAHAINA NOON (Leaping Dog Press,2005) contains poems of local life in the Hawai‘ian islands and received a 2006 Ka Palapala Po‘okela Book Award of Excellence from the Hawai‘i Book Publishers Association. LIVING AT THE MONASTERY, WORKING IN THE KITCHEN (Leaping Dog Press,2001) and PORTABLE PLANET (Leaping Dog Press,2000) ... more »
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Eric Paul Shaffer Poems
She Says All Women Are Liquid
A woman is liquid because she flows. She carves arcs and curves in the vessel she forms. She is moved by the moon. She is a fluent force that endures in all senses, for the world as it is without her
The Famous Poet's Wife
At the podium, the famous poet is having sex with his wife in the poem he reads tonight. He uses the four-letter word. The act is all ankles and elbows, slits and staffs, grunting,
Welcome to the Planet: A Greeting for Ne...
This day, we welcome you. We teach our ways to greet you. We are one kind among many the world encircles.
Lovers on Pulehu Road, Between the Sugar...
His beat-up green pickup faces Haleakala, her thrashed Celica toward K-Mart, on the shoulder of Pulehu Road. The lovers stand in roadside mud, arms encircling
White Trash Landscape
Everything is temporary. Pickets are plywood, walls aluminum, and gardens plastic. There are no nails, only screws. Coffee cups and ashtrays yellow through dull afternoons.
Driving Up to the Poet's House
From the road below the volcano, the poet's house is burning. Fire flashes from windows, yet the next curve reveals reflections
The Flying Flag: On September 11
Call them mad, call them evil, they are men with ideas like the ones we celebrate on the proper occasions: God,
Yadokari: Hermit Crab, Okinawa
He borrows his house, as I borrow mine. We are strangers where we live. This little crab makes me think
For Veronica, Instead
For centuries, poets have been getting it wrong. They bring 'one perfect rose' to show their love to their lovers, but now I think
A Festival of Crescents
On the day of the eclipse, he was well on his way when the sky darkened. The first shadow was like a cloud across the sun, but the darkness grew. He would never reach home in time to cast the dwindling image on a sheet
Today, I'm a shadowless man. The sun calls me into the street, and I walk alone into the light of noon. The moment has come.
Rime for Mr. Frost
Some favor fire to end the world. Cold is kinder. From life to light in flames unfurled, some favor fire to end the world.
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She Says All Women Are Liquid
A woman is liquid because she flows. She carves arcs and curves
in the vessel she forms. She is moved by the moon. She is a fluent
force that endures in all senses, for the world as it is without her
is not. A woman appears as earth and as air and embraces fire.
Her nature, like water, rounds, encloses, encircles. None can live
without her. She is the unacknowledged strength of the world, truly
fundamental, essential in three forms, maiden, matron, and crone.
In every direction we look all we see is material, and all we touch
we call mother. She is ...